'I've come upon 't ower an' ower in Milton.' Thereupon Ericson explained to him what Pythagoras had taught about the stars moving in their great orbits with sounds of awful harmony, too grandly loud for the human organ to vibrate in response to their music--hence unheard of men.

And Ericson spoke as if he believed it.
But after he had spoken, his face grew sadder than ever; and, as if to change the subject, he said, abruptly, 'What a fine old lady your grandmother is, Robert!' 'Is she ?' returned Robert.
'I don't mean to say she's like Miss Letty,' said Ericson.

'She's an angel!' A long pause followed.

Robert's thoughts went roaming in their usual haunts.
'Do you think, Mr.Ericson,' he said, at length, taking up the old question still floating unanswered in his mind, 'do you think if a devil was to repent God would forgive him ?' Ericson turned and looked at him.

Their eyes met.